Sex Is Overrated

Oh my, have I just caused a collective gasp amongst our dear readers? Have I just spoken words that surely brand me as insane? I mean, surely, NO ONE in their right minds would ever believe that sex isn’t the most glorious thing in the universe, right? Or perhaps, the truth may be that no one in their right minds would ADMIT that they aren’t as enamored with sex as everyone thinks they should be.

I’d like to posit that for many people, sex is merely okay. And no, I’m not talking about people who are emotionally scarred from some terrible childhood sexual trauma. I’m talking about average, ordinary, human beings who just frankly think that sex is not the end-all, be-all, gotta-have-it-often, kind of experience.

I mean, I kinda like the whooshy experience of a good rollercoaster. But I wouldn’t want to experience it more than – oh I don’t know – maybe once a year or so.

I really like stuffed crabs. But I’m perfectly content to eat them once in a while; every few years is typical.

So why then is it considered abnormal that I really don’t have a craving for sex more than once every three to six months? And even then, it’s an enjoyable but unnecessary experience. Why does that make me someone who must “need psychological help”?

Guess what? I don’t need help. Sex is a’right. It feels good for a bit, sure. But so does a good massage. Do I need psychological help if I don’t go to a masseuse 3 times a week?

I believe society places an incredible amount of pressure upon people – making them feel as though they absolutely MUST crave sex often, and if they do not – then they are branded as sick or broken in some way. I’m not sure where the pressure originates from. My guess is that it is founded in some sort of religious or procreation philosophy, but I’m really not sure. Frankly, it doesn’t make much sense to me from either of those standpoints either.

Must one crave sex, in order to procreate?

Must one crave sex, in order to honor one’s God?

Is it strictly relationship-based? Can one not love another human being without wanting to jump his/her bones x times/week?

I love chocolate. I can’t imagine not loving chocolate. But guess what? Not everyone loves chocolate. Some people like it okay, but don’t crave it, and can do without it.

I’ve had some fun sexual encounters over the years. I’ve also had fun riding rollercoasters. I don’t need either x/times per week. Why does that make me crazy?

Why can’t we just be honest? For people who crave sex x times/week, yippee for them. For people who don’t, yippee for them too. Why is it such a taboo to even ADMIT to this? How many of you reading this are thinking that I need help of some sort? Why?

I just saw several people gasp aloud because they read an article in which a poll showed that a lot of U.S. adults would prefer to go two weeks without sex than two weeks without the Internet. I didn’t take that poll, but I would have said the same. And that shocks people! Why?

I’d also love to know how these “shocked” people are split amongst genders, and although I have my opinions on that, I’ll keep silent, since it’s opinion not based upon any kind of fact.

In any case, I felt it was time to speak up. It’s time to not be ashamed because I don’t crave sex all the time. It’s time for me to say, “I’m not a sicko. I just don’t have to have it all the time. Big fucking deal.” (Oooh, I used the F-word so now we KNOW I’m sick.)

That’s all I’ve got to say about it. But hey, I had the balls to say it. That’s got to count for something.